A Tale

Chapter 24

It seems like something heavy was placed over Jungkook's chest, making him hard to breathe properly. His lips parted to heave another breath to regulate the oxygen to his lungs. 

There was shining behind his eyes, a ray of hell? Jungkook thought. He opened his eyes and all his dreams broke apart in front of his eyes.

There was nothing like Jungkook imagined he would see after his death. He didn't imagine seeing a room filled with Taehyung and Yoongi's birth pictures. He didn't imagine waking up to the beeping sound of machines and IVs around the back of his palm.

A sudden fury made his chest contract in pain, all his hard work to end his life went in vain. Why can't people, for god damn sake, see that he did what he wanted to do. He tried to end his life because he wanted to. He doesn't want to live, it's his decision and no one….NO ONE can stop him from doing that.

He plucked out the injected drip from his hand and the blood started oozing out from the wound. He threw away the oxygen mask and stood up from the bed as if the sheets had thorns all over.

His body was still in control of the high dose but he was stubborn. His head spun when he stood on his feet and knocked up the oxygen cylinder that was placed beside his bed, it caused a sound enough to alert everyone in the house.

Jungkook’s dizzy eyes recognise Jimin coming inside along with Hoseok, both of them have shocked expressions on their face but speak continuously and grab Jungkook to lay him again on the bed.

Jungkook fought against them, freed his injured hand by shoving Hoseok a little away. With wobbly legs he pushed the door open…there were voices around him that his mind ignored to understand…He just wanted to go away from here, do not want to breathe in a space where he has so many memories with Tae. Don't want to breathe at all.

Jungkook stepped out of the room lining against the wall to hold himself up. He knew this place with the back of his mind and spent too much holiday in the embrace of his husband.

He took a sharp inhale and walked to the front door, his legs didn't have enough strength to hold his body for long so he clutched the couch to take a little break, staining the once white couch in the red blood of his injury.

He lifted his head when the front door opened and closed, resonating an echoing sound in the house because everything went dead silent when his eyes found the one they were longing for, the one he hurt so damn much.

Unwantedly, tears pooled up in Jungkook’s eyes. His heart leapt towards the man standing still in the doorway but the cold look in those eyes, made Jungkook realise he had finally succeeded in causing hate in his husband’s heart for himself.

He had finally succeeded in destroying everything they once had.